Dandelion eyes, your lips are softer than your petals.
Missing my actions, captivated by stunning admiration.
You’re too easy to read, but The answers I never have.
Why is it that I feel you are mine?
I flatlined at the memorial thinking of you.
Falling into my memories as they rushed me to the ER.
"It's time to see him," I whispered.
The thought of you was never enough.